Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,
Loved the recent sneaky pee stories from Linda, Carol and Cheryl, so I thought I would share a recent one of mine.
I’m Sarah a sales rep for a stationery supplies company and my job takes me round the country visiting companies and shops that have accounts with my firm. You’d be surprised that even in this digital age with everything being done online how many people still like the personal touch which keeps the business coming in and me in a job!
Last week, one afternoon I was visiting a Stationery and Office supplies shop in a shopping mall and met with Gail the shop manager. It had been well worth my while as I’d picked up a good order. Just as I was about to leave, I asked Gail if I could use their loo. “I’m sorry you can’t as we don’t have one at the minute” she replied, “You’ll have to use the main ones in the mall”.
I was about to reply don’t worry about it, thinking to myself, if I passed them on the way back to the car I’d nip in or failing that I’d sneak a pee somewhere in the car park, as being on the road for a few years, I’d become quite adept at finding a place for a wee when the need arose, when I was surprised with what she said next, “unless something more basic will do you? I was going to go as soon as you left anyway”. Intrigued, I replied “I’m not fussy, anywhere will do.”
With that Gail lead me towards the back of the shop, telling her colleague she was going to check on “the print run”. We then entered the storeroom at the back of the shop and passed some half finished building works. “That’s our new staff room and loo. It was supposed to be finished two weeks ago, but there was a delay with the units and the builders won’t be back until they arrive. For the first few days it was fine, but we found it was too much bother and took too long to track all the way to the main loos, so came up with an alternative” Gail explained, lifting a small plastic box, as we left the store through a rear door into a service corridor.
“Don’t worry there’s no CCTV out here” Gail assured me as we made our way along the corridor past a few other units. It looked like we were making our way towards a dead end, but as we got to the end the corridor opened out on the right to an alcove housing a service duct and an emergency exit. What looked like an old desk top had been leaned against the wall beside the service duct to form a makeshift cubicle to offer a bit of cover. “I know it’s a bit basic, but will it do?” asked Gail. “It’ll do fine” I replied. “Thought it might” Gail responded laughing, before asking me if I wanted to go first.
I took her up on the offer and handed her my business suit jacket, before moving into the stall and noticed a faint trace of a previous pee. She handed me the plastic box which contained a box of tissues and instructed me to drop any used ones into the box when I was done, as we didn’t want to leave any litter behind. “Do you want me to give you a bit of privacy” asked Gail, to which I replied “no don’t worry about it” as I hitched up my knee length pencil line skirt, first revealing my stocking tops and then my lacey white boy shorts, which I slid down as I dropped into a low squat. It wasn’t long before my wee started, slowly at first, but quickly turning into a shooting jet that hissed loudly as it left my lips, before hitting the floor in front of me forming a small puddle which quickly turned into a stream that ran across the floor. It quickly passed the end of the cubicle as it made its way towards the centre of the alcove. I could see that Gail was impressed as she occasionally glanced in my direction as my wee continued for about 45 seconds before it started to wane. After a couple of quick spurts I was done and taking a tissue out of the box I wiped carefully before standing up to pull up my knickers, adjusted them and then smoothed down my skirt. “You’ve done that before” laughed Gail. “What gave you that idea” I replied mischievously.
We swapped places with Gail giving me back my jacket as she moved to a dry spot to the left of my wee. “Would you take a quick check to see if there’s anyone about” Gail asked me, “I’ve a bit more undressing to do with this outfit”. “All clear” I replied and this gave Gail the go ahead to undo the top half of the jumpsuit she was wearing, revealing a pink bra. She bunched this up, before hooking her thumbs into the waist of her blue and white striped bikini briefs and lowered these and the suit to her knees. Dropping into a low squat, it wasn’t long before a thick jet of pee sprayed out of her neatly trimmed bush. It thundered down to the ground forming a massive puddle in front of her, before a couple of river lets broke away and ran to the middle of the floor joining mine. “I thought I need to go, but you must have been bursting” I said as she continued with her pee. “I haven’t been since before lunch” Gail replied as her pee stopped as quickly as it had started. She bounced up and down a few times before she reached for a couple of tissues to wipe. Standing up she laughed “Would have worn a matching set if I knew I would have had an audience” as she continued to get redressed. “Didn’t expect to be pissing in front of a customer either” I replied as we both burst into a giggle.
With us both fully relieved we started to make our way back to the shop, Gail bringing the tissue box with her. “Aren’t you worried about getting caught” I asked her. “No, nobody ever uses the end of the corridor and with the heat it soon dries up. We’ve been using it for a few weeks now and have got away with it and normally its only one at a time, so there isn’t a massive flood!” “Sorry about that” I replied, “wouldn’t want to get your facility closed. How many of you actually use it?” “There’s a few of us, but it depends who’s in as there are some who wouldn’t approve, so you have to be careful. I knew I’d be fine with you though” Gail winked as we got back to the shop.
Thanking her for the order and the use of the “facilities” I made my way back to the car and made a note in the diary to make sure I delivered the order!
Sarah

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,
I’m Carol and like Linda in a previous issue, I’m not averse to having a sneaky pee when out and about.
The other day I’d been shopping and hadn’t intended to have an impromptu pee, but then that is often the case. I was making my way back to the car which was parked in the car park next to the mall. It was connected by a link corridor at the first two levels to the main stairs and lifts. I’d come out of a shop on the first floor and didn’t bother with the lift as I was only parked one level up. It was whilst making my way up the stairs that I got a twinge in my bladder that I needed a pee.
Making my way back to the car I thought about going back into the shops and finding a loo, but they were down at the other end and by the time I’d get there and back I’d probably have run out of the time they give you for getting out of the car park after paying so didn’t bother. Arriving back at the car and bending over to put the shopping into the boot, my bladder gave another sign that it needed emptying now. I considered popping a squat there and then, at the back of the car, as it’s something I’d done before, but there were just too many people about, so I had to think of something else.
Looking round I spotted another staircase opposite to where I was parked. I knew that it wasn’t used that much, as it was close to the main one and would be a good place to get the much needed relief. I made my way over and opening the door, I noticed it opened into a small lobby area before another door into the stairs. I was nearly going to go there, but again thought there were too many people about on this level so decided the ideal place would be the similar area on an upper level that wasn’t as busy. I quickly made my way up to the next floor and tried the door to the lobby area and found it was locked, which meant this level was closed so nobody would be coming from there and the stairs would be safe enough.
Taking a quick check down to make sure nobody was coming up from the bottom, I knew I’d have plenty of time to have my pee. I backed over into the corner of the landing next to the locked door and unbuttoned my jeans. I then hooked my thumbs into the waist band and lowered them and my silky thong down my legs, dropping into a low squat. It didn’t take long for my pee to start and a thick streaming jet shot out of my lips and onto the floor below forming a large puddle. I hadn’t realised how badly I needed to go as the pee continued for at least a minute, with the lake beneath me spreading quickly across the floor and towards the stairs. The sound of the splashing and hissing as it was escaping my lips was echoing loudly around the staircase, something that I was secretly enjoying!
Just like it looked like the river lets coming from the puddle were going to snake over the top of the stairs, my stream began to wane and then after a couple of spurts I was done. I bounced up and down a few times to shake the drops of pee off me before realising I had a tissue in my pocket, so reached for it, I wiped and dropped the tissue into the puddle. I then stood up and slowly pulled up first my thong and then my jeans, before taking time to admire my handiwork.
With that I made my way back down the stairs to my car and got in. Smiling to myself as I drove out, I’d thoroughly enjoyed my unexpected pee.
Carol

As always good to read a few Leaky_one stories.
There must have been a few versions of A Family Affair though as I seem to remember a slightly different version of part two and haven't seen part 3 before.
I wonder if Leaky_one is still writing stories, as I'm sure they'd be very welcome.

I'll second that peegirl we'd all like to read them.
Another good story Alfresco showing how the rugby training has encouraged Toni to pee wherever she needs to, but with the 6 Nations ongoing at present I'm sure the girls rugby team will be either playing or watching the matches and there's bound to be more peeing going on. Can't wait for the next instalment.

Jane again, with the last story involving Andrea for awhile, as her time working with us ended as she was going back to university.
With it being Andrea’s last day and that it was also Chloe’s 20th birthday over the weekend, we had decided to have a joint celebration and go out for a meal and a few drinks on the Friday night. Although strictly speaking alcohol wasn’t allowed in the office, Emily the boss decided that as it was after working hours a few bottles of sparkling wine wasn’t going to do any harm and we had a few glasses, well plastic cup full’s, as we got ready to go out.
With everyone ready, all eight of us who worked in the department, made our way to the restaurant. We were a bit early so had another round of drinks as we waited for the table to be ready. It turned out to be a very pleasant evening as we enjoyed the meal and quite a few drinks as the company any chat was so good. It must have been near ten o’clock by the time we were finished. Some of the girls left at this point, leaving Andrea, Chloe, Emily and myself, who decided to make a bit more of the night and go to a local pub for a few more drinks.
It was quite busy as we arrived, but we were able to find a table and settled down again with another round or two of drinks. Chloe was the next to go to the bar, but said she needed a pee first so would bring them with her on the way back. Emily decided she would go to the loo as well so went with her as Andrea and I kept the seats. It wasn’t that long to they were back with the drinks and at that point I decided it was time to break the seal and go to the loo myself. Andrea joined me as we made our way to the back of the bar where the loos where. As we reached the corridor, we found a long queue for the ladies with about a dozen outside. We joined the queue but it didn’t seem to be moving that fast, so as a girl was coming past on her way out I asked her what the problem was and she said that now only one of the toilets was working.
Although I hadn’t reached absolute bursting point and could probably have waited, I decided it was going to take too long, so said to Andrea “Let’s try the upstairs toilets otherwise we’ll be here all night”. We made our way back along the corridor and up the stairs to the first floor bar. Opening a set of double doors into the hallway that led to the other bar we noticed that the double doors leading to the bar were closed and the lights out as the bar wasn’t open tonight. Not to worry though as the toilets where off the hall, but as we tried the ladies and then the gents both were locked. About to admit defeat and go back down and join the queue again, Andrea found another door which opened out into the hall, revealing a small cleaners store, with a low level sink for washing out the mops. Seeing this I decided it would do for me!
The room wasn’t that big and didn’t seem to have a light in it so the door was going to have to stay open, so I said to Andrea “Keep a look out and make sure nobody comes through those doors”. Without giving her a chance to protest I made my way over to the sink, hitching up my skirt as I went. Reaching it I lowered my pink thong and hovered over the sink and it didn’t take long for my pee to start and hiss noisily into it. I wasn’t expecting to have to go as much as I did, so was surprised at how much pee was coming out of me, but certainly enjoyed the relief. As my flow tapered off I noticed a pack of toilet roll sitting on a shelf so tore a few sheets off, wiped and pulled up my thong and stepped out of the makeshift toilet.
Andrea just looked at me and said “You can take you nowhere” and laughed. She then decided that she may as well use the sink and asked me to keep a look out. She had certainly come on from the shy girl that had come to work with us in the summer. I doubt at that stage if she had even used the loo in work. Changing places with me she eased up her blue mini dress lowered a pair of her favoured lacy boy shorts and hovered over the sink. A jet of pee shot out of her missing the sink and landed on the floor. Without stopping Andrea adjusted her stance and the jet of pee arced back and splashed into the sink below. She continued for at least a minute before stopping, bounced up and down a few times before wiping and throwing the paper onto the floor in front of her. “It’ll help absorb the overshoot” she said laughing as she stepped out of the store adjusting her clothing. Andrea couldn’t believe how much she had enjoyed having her wee, in somewhere she knew she shouldn’t really have and certainly wouldn’t have ever contemplated a few months ago.
With that we hastily closed the door and made our way back downstairs to the bar, bringing another round of drinks with us before rejoining the others. “What kept you?” asked Chloe. “There was a bit of queue and we had a bit of detour” I replied winking at Andrea. May be because of the amount of drink we all had taken, whilst not completely drunk as yet we were certainly well on the way, nobody caught on to that remark and it could also explain the next reply. Emily certainly wasn’t expecting this answer when she asked Andrea “what was the most important thing you have learned whilst working with us?”“How to have a wee outside” replied Andrea to howls of laughter from the rest of us. She went on to explain my lesson on the lift home many weeks ago and how liberating it had made her feel at the time and every time since when she needed a wee and there were no toilets about.
Emily then took a management decision and told us “right then, nobody is to go to the toilet between now and closing time and we are all going to have a pee outside somewhere on the way home.” Everyone agreed to this and Chloe told us she knew a good spot we could use for our group pee. Looking at the clock Emily noticed it was about 15 minutes to last orders so went to the bar and came back with a double round to go with the drinks we already had on the table, so that everyone would have plenty to fill up with during drinking up time, which was in about 45 minutes. We were amongst the last to leave the bar and I knew I was certainly in need of a pee as soon as the outside air hit. Looking at the others I could tell I wasn’t the only one!
“Right Chloe, let’s get to your spot a bit sharpish, I’m bursting” Emily demanded as we started walking from the pub. We had gone about halfway down the street when Chloe took us up a side street and then to an alley that ran behind the shops on one of the main streets. It didn’t look that promising as it was well lit and there was no bins or anything for cover and there were a few people walking along it as it was a shortcut to the main car park. “Don’t worry” explained Chloe, ”there’s a open gate to a yard behind an empty shop about a third of the way down, just where that girl is coming out of.” We all looked along the alley and spotted the girl who was coming towards us as we slowly made our way down it. Passing her she looked like she was coming from work as she was wearing her supermarket coat and uniform. “I wonder what she was doing in there” I asked knowingly. “Probably what we’re about to” replied Chloe laughing. With that we had reached the open gate and made our way into a small yard behind the empty shop. Sure enough in the corner there was a puddle of fresh pee with a tissue in, where the girl we had just passed must have made.
“Okay Andrea you’re first, show us what you’ve learnt” instructed Emily. “We’ll give you marks for technique and quantity” she continued. Andrea didn’t waste any time and soon had eased up her figure hugging dress and hooked her thumbs into her boy shorts as she dropped into a low squat with her back to the wall. Andrea relaxed as a huge wee arched out of her forming a frothy puddle that ran towards the centre of the yard. The sound of Andrea peeing was too much for Chloe as she gasped “Sorry I can’t wait for my turn” as she quickly hitched up her mini skirt and quickly lowered her red thong. She had just about got into a semi high squat next to Andrea when a gushing pee erupted out of her lips, splashing noisily as it hosed down the concrete below her. She certainly had to go as she continued peeing for a least a minute and a half, as the small lake of pee below here started to make its way to the centre of the yard merging with Andrea’s, who was just finishing off. I handed her a tissue and she wiped a few times before standing up pulling up her knickers and smoothing down her dress. Chloe had also finished and she bounced up and down a few times before wiping and replaced her thong. With both finished we looked at the size of the respective puddles and decided we would call it a score draw, with Andrea gaining more points for style and Chloe for quantity.
“Do you mind if I go next” Emily asked. “Go ahead, I can wait” was my reply. Looking at Emily’s navy jump suit, Andrea thought this was going to be interesting, but she needn’t have worried as Emily was a country girl at heart, keeping horses and wasn’t adverse to dropping her jodhpurs where and when she needed. Finding a dry spot in the yard, she first bend down and turned up the bottom of the legs slightly. Then she undone the straps and folded the top of the suit down, revealing a powder blue lacy bra, before deftly hooking her thumbs into the matching briefs lowering them and the suit in one movement taking up a low squat. “Good job I wore a matching set tonight” she said laughingly, “though I didn’t expect to be getting my tits out and having a slash in the street.” With that a twisting stream of pee started flowing from her making a loud hissing sound as it continued. Andrea could see why she had folded the bottoms of the legs up as with all that material it would have been easy for them to have dropped into the puddle of pee forming under Emily. Sighing as her relief finished, Emily carefully wiped with one hand holding on to the rest of the suit. She then carefully pulled it and her pants up, stopping to adjust the fit before redoing the straps.
It was my turn now and I with a bit of the Dutch courage, inside me decided to show off a bit and try an old trick I used to do and go for a bit of distance. I lowered my thong completely, stepped out of it and handed it to a bemused Chloe. Dropping into a low squat I leaned back slightly and with two fingers I spread my lips before my pee started to flow. With my bladder full to bursting and the built up pressure as I pushed it out the pee arched across the yard falling at least a 1.5 metres from me. The others clapped and cheered as I continued to piss, before the stream eased off and fell back closer to the source as it finished. After a few flicks of my lips I stood up before replaced my thong. “I think you’re the clear winner with that technique” said a still laughing Emily. “Looking at the amount of pee all over this yard, I think we’re all winners” I replied.
We were admiring our handwork when we heard the click, click of another couple of pairs of high heels as two girls entered the yard in a bit of a hurry. Spotting us and noticing what we had being doing they asked did we mind if they joined us as they were bursting. “Not at all we’re finished” I said as we made our move. We were hardly out of the gate when we heard two more pees splashing down in the unofficial ladies. I wondered how many others would use it tonight.
Now fully relieved we made our way back to the main street and towards the taxi rank to go home. Chloe and Andrea decided to go on to a club, but Emily and I decided to call it a night. We hugged and kissed saying our goodbyes and Andrea thanked me for all my help throughout the summer, including the weeing tips. “It was a pleasure,” I replied, “You’ve definitely passed your finals, keep up the good work.” With that they were off and it was home to bed for me. The next morning I got a text from Andrea again thanking me and as a ps she told me her and Chloe had finished the night off having a wee behind a bin in an alley as they left the club!
Hope you have enjoyed Andrea’s reading stories, more of mine sometime soon.
Jane

Hi Jane again. Thank you for all the kind comments about my last story and apologies that I haven’t had a chance to share anymore with you, I’ve been a bit busy at work, but hopefully I’ll get a chance to put that right.
After our roadside pee on the way home from work, I had a few days off, so it was the following Monday morning before I picked up Andrea again. We were just chatting generally when I asked her casually what she had got up to at the weekend. She grinned broadly and said she had being doing a bit of the homework I had set her.
She then explained that whilst taking a shower she had experimented to find her ideal position by squatting down and adjusting her position until she had found something that was comfortable and now had it sorted, despite a bit of accident when she had tried it with clothes on. Intrigued I asked her what had happened and embarrassingly she said that she had been in the house on her own and needing a wee rather than use the toilet, she decided to use the shower. Kicking off her shoes, she had lowered her sweat pants and thong in one go and everything was going well until her stream twisted slightly and splashed her foot. Without the running water, she had been used to, she was startled and moved slightly but slipped and ended up on her ass. The pee kept flowing so she ended up sitting in a pool of her own wee!
All I could do was laugh and say “well at least you where in the right place to get cleaned up”. I also asked had she never peed in the shower before as if needed to go when I was in the shower I just let it go. “Do you squat down?” Andrea asked innocently. “No, just let it flow when you’re standing” I replied. “If you’re discrete, you can even get away with it in a communal type shower you find at some gyms” I further explained, “just keep the flow slow so that it mixes with the water from the shower”. “Your terrible Jane, I would never have the courage to try that” replied Andrea. “Off course you would, you’d be surprised how many women do it and how open some are about it” I replied. “Anyway what else did you get up?”
Andrea then began to tell me that she had gone to see her friend Kate to sort out their flat for the upcoming term. The power wasn’t on yet so she was staying at Kate’s home, in another part of the town which was further out form the centre. Notwithstanding this thought they had decided to make a night of it and after a few drinks at Kate’s as they were getting ready they got a taxi into town. They had a great night catching up on everything that had happened over the summer and had quite a few drinks as they moved around the bars and clubs in the town centre. At around 1.30 though they decided to call it a night and thought they would beat the rush for the taxis.
When they made their way to the taxi rank thought they were surprised to find it busier than they were expecting. It was going to be at least 40 minutes before they could get a taxi as the crowds were so big. Standing around outside also made Andrea aware of something else, she could do with a wee. There had been a long queue for the ladies as they were leaving the club so she didn’t bother, thinking she could hold on until she got to Kate’s but this wasn’t looking likely now. Kate noticed that she had gone quite and asked what was wrong and Andrea replied that she could do with a wee. Kate needing a pee herself and knowing how shy Andrea was then said “come on and see if any of the bars down here will let us use the loo” as they made their way from the taxi rank.
It wasn’t much use though as they noticed that the bars on this street had either closed or those that were open had long queues to get in. Kate then had a brainwave and phoned the local taxi driver that had brought them into town to see if there was any chance of him coming for them. She was partly in luck as he said he could come for them but it would be around 15 minutes and could they meet him on the edge of the busy area as he didn’t want to get caught in the mayhem in the centre. Kate agreed to this and the pickup point which was about a 10 minute walk from where they were.
Kate explained this to Andrea and whilst it did offer a bit of hope of making the loo dry, Andrea knew she wasn’t going to last that long and decided at that point to tell Kate that the they would need to find a spot for a wee. “Kate I’m absolutely bursting for a wee, I’ll need to find somewhere to go on the way.” Kate was astounded, that was the last thing she expected to hear from her friend. All the time she had known her, she had never seen her take a naughty pee and had gone out of the way to avoid doing so in front of her so as not to embarrass her. “We’ll keep a look out on the way, but are you sure as I’ve never seen you pee outside before?” “I’ve had a lesson recently, but I’ll tell you about that later when the pressure is off” Andrea replied.
As they turned the corner into the next street Andrea looked on enviously as she noticed across the road a man with his back to them in a shop doorway quite obviously having a piss as the stream ran out onto the footpath. While Andrea had decided that she now had the courage to have an outdoor wee, there was no way she could go somewhere that public. Fortunately though relief was close at hand, as about half way down the street they came across an archway, to a covered entry that lead to the rear yard of one of the shops. Looking into it they saw it had a locked gate at the far end, so nobody was going to be coming that way. There was enough light from a dim security light at the back and the streetlights to see where you were going, but dark enough not to be noticed from the street.
“Will you keep a lookout for me Kate” asked Andrea as she darted about halfway along it. “Of course” replied Kate taking a few steps into the entry. Meantime Andrea wasted no time raising up her figure hugging white mini dress and lowering her white lacy thong to her knees as she dropped into a low squat. Almost immediately a huge jet of piss shot out of her lips arcing across the entry before splashing down forming a puddle that ran to the other side of the entry, the hiss echoing round as Andrea continued her much needed wee. Kate looked in Andrea’s direction and said “when you said you needed to go you weren’t joking” before bursting out laughing. Andrea’s stream started to taper off as her wee neared its end. With a final push she was done and after a few wipes with a tissue from her purse, she stood up pulling up her knickers and smoothing down her dress.
Kate then took her turn first asking Andrea to return the favour to keep a look out. She went down the entry stopping just short of Andrea’s massive puddle. “You’ve nearly flooded the place out” she called out to Andrea as she eased up her blue mini skirt and hooked her thumbs into her black frilly thong lowering it to her knees. Andrea looked on as her friend adopted a different approach, dropping to a semi high squat. Kate leaned forward slightly and a gushing pee erupted from her neatly trimmed bush and splashed noisily to the ground forming an equally large puddle. She continued for nearly a minute before she was done. Realising she had no tissue she bounced up and down a few times to drip dry before pulling her thong back into place and let her skirt drop back into place. “I definitely needed that too” she said as she rejoined Andrea.
Now fully relieved, the girls made their way a lot quicker to the pickup place for the taxi. It hadn’t arrived yet so Kate asked Andrea “so where did you learn to pee like that?” Andrea was just about to reply when the taxi arrived. “I’ll tell you later” she replied as they got in. The taxi driver apologised for being a bit late. “Don’t worry about it” Kate replied “it took us a wee bit longer to get here” winking at Andrea.
The journey home only took about 15 minutes, so at a stretch they might have made it home dry, but Andrea was glad she stopped for the alfresco pee with her friend and was now certain she would have the confidence to do it again. Over a night cap or two at Kate’s they had a good laugh as she shared the details of her peeing lesson. “It’s a pity you didn’t have those lessons last year Andrea” teased Kate “It would have been a whole lot easier and quicker getting home rather than standing in all those queues for the loos at the end of the night.”
At that we were driving into the car park, so the end of the Andrea’s story was perfectly timed. Just as we were going into the building I said to her “I think you deserve an A for your homework, it might have been an A* but for the slip up in the shower.” “Thanks, I’ll try better the next time” Andrea blushed. “Next time I think you’ll be ready for your finals” I joked.
More on than later.
Jane.